I hear his light footsteps against the floor, and I picture his dainty feet rolling with every step he takes to attempt to sneak up on me.
The pancakes on the stove are ready to be flipped at the same moment he jumps on my back, wrapping himself around me like a spider monkey.
“Boo!” He says in my ear, his cool breath smells fresh oftoothpaste. I’m not sure how well that’ll pair for the food I have planned, but that’s for him to worry about now.
“You got me,” I remark blandly, going about my business flipping the pancake and trying to hide my smile as I hear him groan in annoyance from not being able to scare me.
“How did you hear me? I was so freaking quiet.” His tone is indignant, but I don’t have it in me to argue as he buries his nose into the crook of my neck, placing gentle kisses against my sensitive skin. Goosebumps break out from his ministrations.
I turn the stove off, moving the pancakes off the heat and setting them on the back burner to finish cooking. Hopefully they don’t burn, but that’s the least of my concerns right now as I feel his hard cock digging into my back from where he has us pressed tightly together.
“You’re about as quiet as you used to be when you would crawl through my window,” I say as I carefully step backwards until my ass hits the counter behind me, and Raiden lets go of me to sit on it, but keeps his legs securely wrapped around me.
“And I was so quiet then too! I’ve only gotten better with age.” His arms weave from behind my back, his hands traveling up and down my torso, brushing through the light dusting of hair I have on my chest and down to where the top of my sleep shorts rest against my trimmed pubic hair.
“You were not quiet at all, you hit your head on the window and literally screamed because you were annoyed.” My voice is breathy, and not at all as argumentative as I want it to be. His heart is thudding against my back, the steady rhythm a soul-endearing serenade.
“I was having a long day that day, who could blame me? It’s like when you’re already running late and then a belt loop gets stuck on your door handle. It makes me homicidal.” It’s not just his hands on my body now, his lips are migrating across my skin, pulling my shirt down so he can kiss my shoulder blades and the scars I have across my back. They’re few and far inbetween, but with the amount of wounds I sustained during my time in the military, I’m lucky I don’t have more marring my skin.
The reminder of his perfect skin, unblemished and free of ugly markings, the self consciousness I attempt to shove down when I’m in his vicinity rears its ugly head.
He notices my tension, freezing what he’s doing and unraveling his legs from my waist.
“What’s wrong? Where did you go?” His eyes bore into mine, trying to lay claim to the secrets I hold onto. I don’t want him to see that side of me–to know that in spite of everything I don’t feel worthy of him. Maybe it’ll be the push he needs to be reminded that he could do better than me.
“It’s nothing, tiny dancer, don’t worry.” I try to brush off his concerns, kissing the corner of his mouth and stepping back from him. His lips downturn, a frown replacing the smile that I could hear in his voice as soon as he spoke to me this morning.
“Well, I am, unless you tell me,” He argues, jumping off the counter and coming to stand in front of me to block me from finishing our breakfast.
“Tell me.”
“Tell me.”
“Tell me.”
My eye twitches as he keeps repeating the same two words as I try to work around him, which is a lot harder than it sounds. Grabbing the pan off the backburner? I have to turn quickly so I don’t accidentally bump into him and burn him, which wouldn’t be too difficult if he didn’t stand right in the way I needed to be.
And that’s how he stays. When I need to do something, he’s right there. I need in a cabinet? He’s blocking it, refusing to move until I have to do without or find a way to barely get past him to grab what I need.
When I finally get the food plated, my head and my heartache. My head from the constant pushing. My heart because of Raiden’s dedication to know what’s wrong with me, even when I don’t want to share. He’s the only person who can break me down until I spew what I’m thinking. I would like to say that I hate it, but I know it’s not healthy bottling all of these issues up inside of me.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, finally getting him to sit to eat. His ass is planted firmly in my lap, both of our plates in front of us. I cut up a bite of chocolate chip pancakes and swipe it in the syrup before holding it up to his mouth. At first he acts like he wants to refuse, or maybe he’s waiting on me to quit being stubborn. Either way, I cave.
“That’s what went through my mind… You’re perfect, and I’m not.” My words are insecure even to my own ears and my face flushes.
Raiden whips his head around to look at me in my eyes, a fire burning inside of them, reserved only for me to see.
“Don’t say that. Youareperfect, Jer. Perfect for me. Who the fuck cares about anyone else.” His words are hard, and he grabs my face in his hand and smashes our lips together. The hint of mint and chocolate from the chocolate chip he nabbed from the bag mix in a heady concoction, setting my blood on fire.
“It’s only us in this relationship, right?” He questions and my mind is shut off from our kiss, so it takes me a moment too long to answer. He bites my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, before he sucks it into his mouth to soothe the pain.
I whimper, the combination of him in my lap, the pleasure and the pain is all too much for me. I rock my hips up to meet his ass, the pain from my new piercings almost too much for me to withstand, and the pressure of his tight ass on top of me builds the tingling in the base of my spine.
I can’t hold myself back. I need something, anything, even as the pain from my piercing radiates up my dick and into the baseof my skull. I didn’t know I was into pain, and I would think it’s a little too late to find out something like that. But maybe it’s the pain and pure joy from having Raiden. I need both to be able to cancel each other out so I don’t get dragged into the deep end of either emotion. A life raft floating in the middle of the ocean, keeping me from going under and from getting to shore. Somewhere I can be me, without worries of anything else.
Raiden pulls his cock out, the flushed pink tip pokes out from his foreskin, glistening with traces of precum. His hand shuttles over it, bending his head to drop a trail of saliva down to his hard length. I watch in awe as he gets himself off in my lap, and my own dick begs for release.
“Pull your cock out,” Raiden’s voice is ragged with lust, and I don’t argue with him, maneuvering us to where I can pull my throbbing erection from my shorts. It’s tender on the bottom, so I keep my hands away from it.
